POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Circo Solitario
I stand, taunting the line between security and longing like a tightrope walker,
Moments from falling into the deadly grips of hope.
It ensnares me,
This irrational flower of reassurance,
Whispering that I am of value,
That I am cared about,
By those whom I call friends.
But if that were true,
Then why am I still alone,
In the cold, blinding spotlight,
Waiting, begging for someone to applaud.
Waiting for a rose,
To be thrown at my feet.
I’ve never gotten thorns, either.
But I think, that I would rather be scorned than ignored.
You all have better places to be.
Which is fine.
I’ll still be here,
At my one man circus,
Only crying over what I can control.
Because though I may claim,
To have grace and sophistication,
While tempting my loneliness,
We all know that I’m the only clown here.